dear me,
oh great man of neglect. you spend all your time on myspace and never type here anymore. you are something else. I DEMAND that you do not neglect your livejournal or your deviantart accounts any longer. If you do not comply, with my demands, I will find you [when you are sleeping] and I will blog your brain, into submission. You will wake up, wiping that crust from your eyes, and will have the worst taste in your mouth. Do not take this reminder lightly, for you can't escape me. I will stalk me..er...YOU, and annoy the shit out of you!
forever yours,
me

p.s. remember who cooks for you!

i didn't find any chocolate, but i did find a cigarette.
so, suffocation it is..

1. get weapons training [both firearms and conventional hand weapons]
2. stock your home with supplies that can last at least 6 months [or claim your local walmart as soon as possible]
3. barricade all openings to your home [or walmart hideout].
4. have an mp3 player fully charged and stocked [with the best killing music you can think of]
5. have animals near [but keep a close eye on them, for animals can be contaminated too!]
6. stay away from places like this:

7. have a member of the opposite sex [despite your sexual orientation] by your side at all times, in case the need to re-populate should arise.
8. make sure you have good running shoes. dont fall prey to fashion, because it could end up being your demise!
9.send me five dollars to ensure that i will come rescue you when the shit goes down.
10. be a general "bad ass"

lunch:
1 can of tuna fish [mayo,yellow mustard, jalapenos, salt, and pepper]
1 can of lays stax potato chips [hidden valley ranch flavoring]
h2o with frozen h2o chunks.

the reason for this lunch is because its a known fact, in the zombie killing community, that zombies hate fish. why do zombies hate fish, you wonder? [i can see the wonderment in your eyes] its simply put, that fish have no brains! therefore, one can conclude, that if my breath reeks of dead brainless animals, it would offend the possible cranial slushee slurper,and he would cower away in repulsion.

the chips were just a carb boost, to keep my energy level up, in case i happen to encounter one of these sick fuckers. this way im amped and ready to whoop [yeah i said "whoop"] some walking dead mother fucking ass. [its also well known that zombies hate offensive language, but ill explain that at a later date] i chose hidden valley flavoring, as this was made in a hidden valley and has less chance of being contaminated by those beasts.

the h2o was strictly for survival purposes, and the frozen h2o chunks were to make the h2o more pleaseing to taste. [purely selfish reasons]

i have yet to encounter a zombie, face to face, [today] but when that time comes...

im not sure what im going to type here, but whatever it is, it will change your fucking life. i will type things here about people you probably dont know. i will type about things that you could care less to read. i will never capitalize any of my words and it will irritate some of you. others will be bored to death. there will be people buying extra toasters to throw into their bath tub, just to make sure the job gets done right. then there will be others who will just hate me. nothing more, nothing less. just pure silent hate. good luck to all of you "readers" and may god have mercy on your soul.

beware